BPOV
Collin was really starting to tick me off.
After I had dropped Skylar off at home, I didn't go back to school.
Instead, I parked in an alleyway and banged my head against the steering wheel for an hour.
Why was I such an idiot? I threw myself at her twice in fifteen minutes. I'm surprised he didn't run away screaming. I would have.
Collin found me first, unfortunately. He hasn't stopped chanting chicken since. He's convinced that I'm taking too long to tell Skylar about what I am and who she is to me.
He's one to talk; it took him like three years to finally break the news to Danie, his imprint. She's a year younger than us, but her height says otherwise. At five feet, she's the shortest 16 year old I know. Period. Yet all Collin could ever think about was little Danie and the...things they did together. That is, when he wasn't too busy taunting me.
"C'mon, what's the worse that could happen? Just tell her already," I shook my head.
"I don't know what she's been through. I can't just randomly blurt it out. I would scare her away, I don't want to lose her," Collin rolled his eyes.
"Dude, she likes you. Didn't you see the way she was looking at you at lunch? No, more like staring, ogling, drooling," I punched him in the shoulder, but I couldn't help the smile that crept onto my face. "And she did go to the beach with you," Collin pointed out, rubbing his shoulder.
"She was just trying to be nice," I squinted up at the sun. It wasn't dark enough for me to go home yet, I would have to endure more of this awkward talk...
"This is going to get so annoying... I told Danie didn't I?"
"Yeah, but you're asking me to tell a girl I barely know that I'm her soul mate," I raised my eyebrows at Collin.
He shrugged. "I did it, I mean, Danie literally ran away when I said hi, she wanted nothing to do with me. Yet, I barely gave her enough room to breathe after that. You sound like you're giving up," I shook my head.
"I'm not, besides, Brent's not going to let me anywhere near her. He knows what happened to Leah. He would never put Skylar on that path," Collin scoffed.
"Whatever, I got through a protective brother and sister. Yeah they didn't really know what was going on, and yeah one of them was like ten, but they didn't want to see their sister hurt again. It was hell convincing them to give me a chance,"
I pursed my lips. He had a point. Brent knows what's going on. He knows I couldn't even think about hurting Skylar.
"But..."
"No buts. Unless she literally tells you to leave her alone, I expect you to follow her around like the love sick puppy you are," I scowled, picking up a rock and rolling it my hands. Collin eyed it warily.
"Hey, you're lucky. It took me forever to get Danie to trust me. She'd had a few bad experiences with guys, and to her, I was just another bad experience in the making."
"But in the end, I agreed to go out with you, just so you would stop following me home," Collin and I both looked up as Danie made her way through the field towards us.
Collin grinned. I scowled. Danie and I had a kind of love hate relationship. She was my best friends imprint, and I would always be the third party.
Danie walked up to Collin, and he pulled her into one of their "let's taunt Brady" kisses. I looked away, disgusted as usual. But now there was a pang of jealousy mixed in.
I wished Skylar and I could be like that.
"So, I heard the ever single Brady has finally imprinted," I growled and Danie grinned back. "And on the new girl too, she's pretty cute," She sat in Collin's lap absently. Once again, I couldn't help but feel jealous of their relationship.
"Yeah, but he's too chicken to tell her anything," Collin told her this without a second thought. She hadn't even asked.
"Aww!" Danie cooed, reaching to punch me lightly in the arm. "Who knew you could care so much about a girl's feelings!"
"Yeah, let's just tell Danie everything," I muttered ignoring Danie and getting up. Collin glanced at me for a second before his glazed eyes returned back to Danie.
I scoffed, pulling my T-shirt over my head.
"I'll leave you two alone then," I took off at a jog towards the trees.
"Aw, c'mon Brady, you know I didn't mean to!"
"Ha!" was my only response before I phased, flinging away all my previous jealousies.
No one was out there with me, so for the first time ever, I was alone with my thoughts.
It took me about two seconds to realize I wasn't really that alone after all.
Skylar was in my every thought. I couldn't get her off my mind.
And the more I thought of her, the more I ached to have her near me. I was ten feet from her backyard when I realized what my unruly thoughts had caused me to do.
My nostrils flared and I backed away. I could smell her, from all the way back here. It was intoxicating. I didn't know what it was, but she smelled like home, if that doesn't sound creepy.
I continued to retreat, but the farther I got, the more I slowed.
I didn't want to leave.
"What the hell are you doing here?" My eyes widened as they zeroed in on a trembling Brent. He marched towards me, his fists clenching and unclenching at his side. "What the hell are you doing in my yard?" I knew he was talking to me; I was the only one here. "Well?" I growled. He and I both knew I couldn't answer. Brent stopped, barring his teeth at me.
"You imprinted, didn't you," I started backing away again, Brent was known for his lack of temper control. He was almost as bad as Paul. Almost. "On her," Brent gestured violently to what I assuming was Skylar's room.
My eyes lingered on that window for a few seconds. Was Skylar in there? Couldn't she hear all the yelling?
"You did! On my little sister... Stay away from her, she deserves better than some monster," I whimpered. That was mean, and a bit hypocritical...
I growled again as Brent tried to force me further away from the yard.
The growl quickly turned into a yelp from unexpected pain. My heart seemed to be ripped from me. It was as if it was being tugged towards the house.
Brent watched me as I pawed the ground, my eyes focused on where I knew Skylar was.
I had to get to her.
I phased, without thinking might I add, and Brent tackled me.
SPOV
Brent was going to kill me. I can't believe I actually ran away. Straight out the back door, through the yard, into the trees and as far away from home as my legs would carry me.
Which would be a little sports store in Forks. Well, it wasn't really in Forks, more like on the outskirts of Forks, but it was still pretty far.
The store wasn't really little either, much bigger than the stores in La Push. But as I walked in, I realized that not very many people saw the need for sports equipment.
There were two men looking at hiking boots, an employee with spiky blonde hair helping them, and another employee behind the counter. She was smiling at me. I smiled tentatively back, walking slowly towards the football section.
It was small; three shelves crowded with footballs, mouthgaurds and other small football items.
I picked up a football, weighing it in my hands. Maybe if I brought back a gift, Brent would forgive me... I shook my head, doubtful, but worth a try.
I walked back towards the cash register. The two men from before were paying for three pairs of hiking boots. I waited behind them patiently.
They left three minutes later, after leaving a pair of boots behind and getting a more expensive pair instead. The girl behind the counter was good at convincing people.
"Hello, my name is Bella, will that be all for today?" She smiled again. I nodded, setting the football on the counter. She picked it up, looking for a barcode. She stopped at the bottom of the box, and scowled lightly. "I'm sorry, could you hold on for one second, this barcode's been coloured in," Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the store.
Sighing, she picked up the phone, pushed a few buttons and her voice rang through the building.
"Mike Newton to Cash One, Mike Newton," Bella sounded pissed, and by the look on Mike Newton's face when it popped out of isle two, he could tell also.
"Yeah Bella," he glanced at me, smiling. "What's wrong?"
Bella scowled.
"This is wrong Mike," She shoved the box at he co-worker. "What the heck is this?" Mike scratched the side of his head.
"Uhm, my bad Bells, I'll get you another one," She scowled at his retreating figure, before turning back to me.
"I'm sorry about that, sometimes he does stupid things when there are no customers around," She smiled apologetically.
"That's okay, I should have checked it first," Bella shook her head.
"Nope, his fault, you don't work here, so it's not your job to clean up after Mike," she glanced behind her, "Lucky you," I giggled.
"Here you go Bella," I hadn't heard Mike come up behind me, I jumped. His arm brushed mine as he handed Bella the box. "Oops, sorry," he smiled at me mischievously. I looked away.
I had no interest in Mike Newton. Besides, his "accidental" touch didn't cause the same numbing effect that Brady's touch did...
"Oh, come off it Mike, she obviously has someone else in her life," Bella glanced at me curiously. How could she tell? "That'll be $16.47," I nodded, handing her a twenty.
She gave me my change and waved as I left. I waved back. I liked Bella; I would have to make more visits to Forks...
I walked back down to La Push, sticking close to the highway. I didn't want to get lost.
As I walked, I couldn't help but think about what Bella had said.
Was there someone else in life? I wanted there to be, but he just thought of me as the new kid, Brent Bronson's little sister... Right?
I slowed down as I came into La Push, I didn't want to run into Brent. I didn't, but there was no way I would be able to avoid him at home...
I walked up the steps slowly. I turned the door knob even slower. Biting my lip, I walked inside. I took off my shoes; I wouldn't run away this time.
"Mum?" No answer. Dang, that means no back up. I hugged the plastic bag containing my peace offering to my chest. Hopefully I'd be able to shove this at him before he could start yelling...
"Brent?" Once again, no answer. I frowned. What was going on here? The front door had been left unlocked, and as I walked through the kitchen, I found the back door wide open too.
"Brent?" I called again, walking outside. Maybe he had gone after me.
I walked down the stairs of the patio, flipping on the stadium like lights Brent had installed years before I got here.
As the light flooded the yard, Brent and someone else stopped fighting.
They both stood up, horrified to see me there staring at them.
Both their expressions combined couldn't even begin to match the horror that I felt. Brent and Brady had been fighting, over who knows what. And most horrifically of all, Brady had been fighting butt naked.
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